Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in

pupils dilated, and she looked away

otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s

hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with a

lips, “Is there also a coffin? It looks like

I

woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger lifted, tilting her chin

was one of the most stunning in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type

to

are generous

a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions

his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other hand tracing down along her

skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s

been caught in bed with her best

What a delightful game!

assure you, there’s